Today, the Boy Son turned 8 years old.
A "friend", who I refer to as "Durham", decided it would be a really cool idea that instead of just giving the Boy his gifts, that we turn it into a scavenger hunt by hiding clues around the house until he found his presents.
This was the end result:
Notice how at 1:05, he reads the question somewhat hesitantly. The question was, "What part of the car would your mom use to stuff your dads body?".
He seems to pause in a seemingly, "What the fuck, Mom?" moment.
My crazy still seems to throw him off from time to time. Oh well....
Happy Birthday, Boogie!